There is a pretty cover on Gail's current journal (the notebook she scribbles in every morning over breakfast when she could be paying attention to me).
When Gail was out at the dental hygienist the other day, I noticed she'd left the book at the edge of the kitchen table, from where I was able to knock it off and have a closer look.
I regret to report that Gail was VERY CROSS when she returned home. I guess it was the session with the hygienist that put her in such a bad mood...
She is saying the photos of me checking out the moss and lichen on a rotting log in Pitfichie Forest on Wednesday would make for a more pleasing Nature Friday post.
